Funny Lonely Meme Novels & Stories

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

Love you most. She finished her food, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and put it in the dishwasher. In the middle of filling her coffee cup, her phone buzzed. Flipping it open, she smiled. Text Message To: Briar KingBird BKB From: Rina Skye 'It is SUPER lonely without you! Call me tonight after your done with your day! I’ll be online later, so DM me! Love you most 2…’ The drive to campus was slow due to every driver collectively losing their minds, forgetting how to drive once the snow hit the ground! “It happens every year people. Humanity is screwed.” She laughed.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

Lippy got sentimental anyway. He remembered when there had been another saloon, one that kept five Mexican whores. He had gone there often and had great fun in the days before he got the wound in his belly. He had never forgotten the merry whores—they were always sitting on his lap. One of them, a girl named Maria, would sleep with him merely because she liked the way he played the piano. Those had been the years. At the thought of them his eyes teared up, making his last look at Lonesome Dove a watery one. The dusty street wavered in his vision as if under a heavy rain. Augustus happened to notice that Lippy was crying, tears running down both sides of his nose into the floppy pocket of hi

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

“Wow, good morning! I can’t believe His Majesty has graced us lowly peasants with his presence. What made you descend from your high and mighty tower?” “I felt lonely there,” Ayden replied sarcastically, pulling a face. “🎶 Lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely, I have nobody, for my ooown…🎶” I sang dramatically, clutching my chest as I sat down. Ayden looked thoroughly unimpressed and grunted. “Oh well.” I started eating, then glanced back at him. “What’s with your face?” “What about it?” he asked, frowning. “You look like you stepped in dog poop.”

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

“I was hoping you would ask me to pick a car for myself and you would pay for it.” A derisive snort comes out of me, “You are funny. I am hanging up.” I do hang up before she said anything about it. My phone dings with a notification from my mail, I had aa few from my bank, and the lawyer handling my parent’s money, and the other was a request for my next video’s outfit. Lonelyfans worked like this, whenever I go live, my subscribers get a link that only works for that live, and once it is over, the link self-destructs, there are a couple of ads for the entertainer on the main lonelyfans page and that’s how we get our subscribers. And the requests are held with auctions, the highest bidder g

Mentions, messages, tags. My stomach tightened as I opened one. It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poop emoji on top of my head, my brown eyes were replaced with a red laser, and a boldly written text on the picture said ‘SLUT’. I groaned and locked my phone immediately. But it was too late. I’d already seen it. Another buzz. Then another. Curiosity got the better of me again. I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM.